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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Niagra,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.