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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Index,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
X-101,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.