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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.