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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.