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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Television,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.