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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.