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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Index,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.