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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Smog,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.