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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Fear,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.