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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.