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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.