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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.