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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.