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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
DNA,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.