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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.