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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.