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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Index,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Television,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.