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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s 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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.