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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
AZ,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.