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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
The Move,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.