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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.