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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.