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 Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.