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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Moleskins to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Smog,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.