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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.