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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.