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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.