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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Sparks,
June Days,
Nas,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.