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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.