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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.