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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
UT,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.