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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.