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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.