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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.