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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.