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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.