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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.