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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.