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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.