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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.