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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.