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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.