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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.