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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.