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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Lalann,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.