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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.