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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Crime,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.