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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.