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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.