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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Monks,
June Days,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.