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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.