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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.