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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
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.