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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.