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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.