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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.