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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Can,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.