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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.