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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.