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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.