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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.