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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Excepter,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.