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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 808 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.