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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.