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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.