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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.