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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Brick,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.