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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.