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 India and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.