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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.