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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.