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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.