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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.