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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.