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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Godley & Creme 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.