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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.