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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.