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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.