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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.