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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
PIL,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
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Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.