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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.