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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.