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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
The New Christs,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.