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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.