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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.