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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.