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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.