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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.