Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.