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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.