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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blackbyrds 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.