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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.