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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.