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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.