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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Can,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.