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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.