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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Index,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.