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 New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.