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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.