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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.