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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.