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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
UT,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.