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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.