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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.