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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.