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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.