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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
X-101,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.