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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.