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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.