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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.