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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.