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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
UT,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.