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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.