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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.