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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Monks,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.