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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.