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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.