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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.