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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.