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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.