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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.