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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.