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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
The Wake,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.