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 France 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.