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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.