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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.