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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.