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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.