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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.