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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.