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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Busters to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.