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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.