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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.