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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
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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.