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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.