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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.