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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.