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 Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.