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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Pretty Things 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?
The Associates,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.