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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.