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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.