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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.