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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.