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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.