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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.