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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.