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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.