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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
UT,
the Association,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.