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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.