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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.