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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.