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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
The Move,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.