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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.