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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.