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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.