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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.