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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.