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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.