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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.