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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.