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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eli Mardock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.