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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.