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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Fear,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.