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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead C to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Mars,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.