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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.