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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.