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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.