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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.