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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Franke,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.