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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.