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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.