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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Darondo,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.