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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.