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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
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.