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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
UT,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.