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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Fear,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.