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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.