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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.