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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.