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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
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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.