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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.