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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.