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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.