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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.