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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.