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 Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.