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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.