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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Count Five 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.