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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.