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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.