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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.