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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.