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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.