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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Mars,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.