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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.