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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Monolake to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.