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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.