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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Flag 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.