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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Warsaw,
X-102,
June of 44,
Smog,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.