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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.