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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Wings,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.