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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.