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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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.