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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.