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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.