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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.