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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.