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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.