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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.