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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.