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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.