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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.