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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Q65,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.