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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Monolake,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.