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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.