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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.