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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.