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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.