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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Interpol to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.