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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.