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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Aswad,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.