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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.