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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.