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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
DNA,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.