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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.