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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.