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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.