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 Botswana 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.