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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.