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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.