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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.