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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.