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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.