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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Smog,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.