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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.