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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
CMW,
ABBA,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.