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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.