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 Algeria 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.