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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.