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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.