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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Cymande,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.