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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
JFA,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
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.