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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.