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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Can,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.