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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.