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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.