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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.