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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.