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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Chrome,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.