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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.