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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.