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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.