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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.