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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.