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 Brunei 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Mars,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.