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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.