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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.