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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
DNA,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.