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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman 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 jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.