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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.