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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.