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 China 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.