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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.