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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.