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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Can,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.