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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.