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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.