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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.