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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.