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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Fear,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
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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.