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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.