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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.