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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.