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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Flipper,
10cc,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.