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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.