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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
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.