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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.