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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.