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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Ronan,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.