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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.