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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.