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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.