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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.