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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Gong,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.