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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
10cc,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.