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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
UT,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.