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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.