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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
June Days,
The Wake,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.