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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.