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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.