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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.