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 Bhutan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Smog,
The Associates,
Ronan,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.