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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
The Names,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.