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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.