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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.