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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Hoover,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.