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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.