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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.