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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall 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?
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Can,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.