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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.