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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
MC5,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.