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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.