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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.