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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.