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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.