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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Wire,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.