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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.