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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.