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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.