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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.