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 Sweden and from New York.
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 Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.