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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.