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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.