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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Associates,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.