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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.