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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
PIL,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.