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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.