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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.