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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.