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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.