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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.