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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.