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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.