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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
PIL,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.