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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.