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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.