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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.