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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Move,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
UT,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.