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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.