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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Nas,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.