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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
CMW,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.