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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.