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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Gong,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.