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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.