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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.