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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Zapp,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.