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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.