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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Organ,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.