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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.