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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.