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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Niagra,
AZ,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
ABC,
The Index,
June of 44,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.