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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.