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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.