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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.