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 Togo and from Accra.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Residents to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.