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 the UAE 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Q65,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.