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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.