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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.