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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.