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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.