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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.