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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.