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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.