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 India and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.