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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.