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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Technova,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.