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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.