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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.