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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.