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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
X-101,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.