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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.