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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.