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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.