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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Index,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.