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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.