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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
JFA,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.