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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.