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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.