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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.