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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.