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 United States and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.