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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Flipper,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.