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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Nas,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.