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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.