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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.