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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.