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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.