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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.