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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.