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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Audionom to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.