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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.