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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.