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 Spokane.
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 Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.