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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.