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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.