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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.