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 Congo and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.