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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.