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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.