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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.