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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.