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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.