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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.