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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.