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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.