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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.