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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.