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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Scion,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.