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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.