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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.