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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Das Ding 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.