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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.