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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.