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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.