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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.