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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Faust,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.