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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.