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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.