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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.