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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.