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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Magma,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.