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 Albania 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.