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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.