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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.