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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
June Days,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.