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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.