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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.