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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.