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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.