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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.