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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Joe Finger 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.