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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The Move,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.