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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
10cc,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.