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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.