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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.