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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.