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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.