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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.