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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
June Days,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.