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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.