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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.