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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Aswad,
PIL,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.