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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Qualms,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.