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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Index,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.