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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.