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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.