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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.