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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.