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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.