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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.