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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.