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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.