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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.