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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Symarip,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.