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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.