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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.