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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.