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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.