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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.