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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.