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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.