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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.