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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
cv313,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.