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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.