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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.