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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.