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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.