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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.