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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Organ to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
the Germs,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.