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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.