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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.