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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 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 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
JFA,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.