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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
CMW,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.