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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.