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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.