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 Austria 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.