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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Nas to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.