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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.