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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Japan,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.