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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Television,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.