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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Ituana,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.