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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.