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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 United States of America to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
UT,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.