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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.