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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.