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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.