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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Organ,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.