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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.