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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.