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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Rekid,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.