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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.