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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.