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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.