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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.