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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.