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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.