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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.