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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.