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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
June Days,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.