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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.