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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Index,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.