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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.