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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.