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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.