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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.