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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.