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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.