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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.