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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.