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 Chad 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.