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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.