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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.