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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.