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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Skarface,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.