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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.