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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Crime,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.