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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.