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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.