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 Finland 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.