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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.