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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.