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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.